Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.